"I don't see the point of drinking this."
"Come on! It's great! It gets me through the day."
"I've never needed it before, nor do I need it now."
"Come on!!! Just try it. Pleaasseee??"
"Fine, I'll humor you."
"Yesssss!"
...
"Wow this is..."
"Yeah?? Yeah???"
"This is..."
"Awesome? Great? Come on!!"
"Mediocre."
"Oh."
"Do you really drink this everyday?"
"Yes :')"
"Why?"
"It helps me get through the day..."
"Mmph. Does it usually taste like this?"
"I don't know? What does it taste like?"
"Ground."
"What?"
"It tastes like dirt."
"...No, it usually doesn't taste like dirt."
"Oh... Sorry I didn't live up to your expectations."
"It's okay..."
"Wanna go get some ice cream? Would that cheer you up?"
"YEAH I WOULD!"
"Awesome. What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?"
"Rainbow sherbet, you?"
"Coffee ice cream."
...
"What."
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Late Night Literature
PoetryShort stories(or poems sometimes, if you can consider them that) I think of/write late at night or something. Just a small collection of thoughts, I guess.
